They are not human! (From chapter 61)

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Hearing Song Xuan's words, Wen Qing's vision went dark.

He knew it!

Wen Qing tried to break free from Song Xuan's embrace, but Song Xuan's arm tightened around his waist, not loosening at all. Instead, he lifted Wen Qing higher.

Wen Qing found himself suspended in the air, with his only point of support being Song Xuan's body. He felt as if his waist was about to snap, and he stepped on Song Xuan's foot, shouting, "Song... Song Xuan..."

"Mm." Song Xuan responded.

Wen Qing felt the hot breath on the back of his neck, creeping down his collar. Sensing Song Xuan's rising body temperature, Wen Qing dared not move. He stammered, "Put... put me down..."

Song Xuan gazed at Wen Qing's profile. His eyelashes trembled incessantly, and he bit his lip nervously, looking panicked and scared.

Song Xuan's heart sank. What Fu Ranxiu said was true.

"Put me down, it hurts..." Wen Qing repeated softly.

"Okay."

Song Xuan responded, loosening his grip. As Wen Qing landed, Song Xuan kicked a chair to the side.

The chair fell, blocking half the way.

Wen Qing froze in place. To his left was the dormitory door, but the chair blocked half the way, and Song Xuan stood beside it, obstructing his path. To the right was Fu Ranxiu and the balcony, making escape impossible.

Trapped in the dormitory, Wen Qing bit his lip and nervously took a step back, pressing his back against the desk, feeling a sliver of safety.

Song Xuan, with one foot on the chair, directly asked Fu Ranxiu, "What's going on?"

Fu Ranxiu, looking at Wen Qing's hand, said calmly, "Haven't you already noticed something was wrong?"

Song Xuan stared at him, not saying a word.

This Class One was created by the school to restore its reputation, recruiting top students from across the city. It should have been highly disciplined, yet for three years, transfer students frequently came and went.

All the teachers and students were accustomed to this, as if hypnotized, not finding it strange, and they didn't even count the transfer students' grades towards Class One's total. These transfer students seemed to be mere auditors but did not study.

Each transfer student was peculiar. Most would be scared when they had done nothing, as if they knew something bad would happen.

Moreover, each seemed to be searching for something, sharing a common goal of uncovering Class One's secrets.

Whenever the transfer students left, Song Xuan had a desire to investigate them, but something would always distract him, or new transfer students would arrive, and the investigation would be forgotten.

Now it seemed...

Song Xuan lifted his gaze, staring intently at Wen Qing.

No one spoke; the dormitory was extraordinarily quiet.

The silence was so intense that Wen Qing could hear his own anxious breathing and racing heartbeat. He bit his lip, cautiously looking up to meet Song Xuan's intense gaze.

It was like a beast watching its prey, as if he wanted to devour him, staring fixedly without looking away.

Wen Qing's fingers trembled. He wondered how much Song Xuan had figured out.